ANGEL PAVEMENT

"But-I don't understand. Are you sure? I had an
appointment with him to-night."

1 'All I know is-he's gone, Miss Golspie too. They've
gone to South Africa or South America or one of them
places. In a boat, I do know. I helped 'em to pack, and
a job it was too, and a nice mess they've left this place in,
I can tell you. I'm cleaning it up now, after 'em, 'cos
they only took it furnished and I stayed on with the
place. There UTas a gentleman came when I was having
my dinner," the voice continued, as if it was rather
pleased to have a little chat with somebody, "and he
wanted Mr. Golspie badly, but I couldn't tell him any-
thing except they'd gone, went this morning, luggage
and everything, and you never saw such a pile."

"Did Mr. Golspie leave any message—for anybody?*'

"No, he just went—"

"All right, thank you," said Miss Matfield, interrupt-
ing and then ringing off.

He had gone, left the country, without even telling
her he was going, without even telling her he could not
keep this appointment at the station. He had simply
tossed the week-end away, and her with it, as if it had
been a crumpled bit of paper. If he had not forgotten
all about it, then he had not cared enough to see her for
the last time or even to send a message. And this was
the man—oh, the humiliation of it all! She left the
station, burning with shame and resentment. An hour
earlier she might have felt relieved if Mr. Golspie had
come and told her that it would be impossible for them
to go away this week-end. But she had waited there, suit-
case in hand, that filthy little ring in her bag,4iad waited
there, and all the time he was miles away, not caring if
she spent the rest of her life standing in Victoria Station-